So Much More

New Territory

Whoever was letting the light in to her room was a sadistic bastard. She tried to snuggle deeper into her pillow to look for a better position and brought the blanket over her head. Her only goal at the moment was to get back to her wonderful dream where she was back in Paris and was having a jolly good time walking around hand-in-hand with a gorgeous man dressed in a black sweater while enjoying chocolate from her favorite chocolatier.

Sadly, good things only happened in her dreams as she felt an odd sensation in her head. It was pounding. Was she sick? She tried to recall what she was doing last night. Why would her head be–

Oh God.

She bolted upright. The room she was in was so familiar with her own although she had brought in her own blanket which was not what she had on at that moment. The room was too tidy to be her own. She also didn't say her abundance of suitcases that she had shoved next to the closet. She felt like she was in some cheesy romance movie where the girl found herself in a strange room after a night of alcohol-binge.

She was not going to be drinking anytime soon.

She looked around the room, seeing that someone had opened up the drapes. Or maybe they didn't bother shutting it the night before. She got out of the bed, feeling relieved that her clothes were still intact. At least she knew she was at the same hotel she was staying at, so if necessary her walk of shame would not take that long.

"Good morning," a chirpy voice greeted from the door that lead to the living area.

She saw Jamie leaning against the door with a grin on his face. He was barely dressed; the top part of his body was bare while the bottom part was clothed in drawstring sleep pants.

"Where am I?" she asked, looking around.

He looked around too before bringing his gaze back to her. "Where do you think you are?"

"I'm not playing around, Jamie."

He seemed to find her words funny because he chuckled. "We're in my room."

"Why?" she frowned.

"Why what?"

"Why am I in your bed?"

He had the nerve to look wounded. "Are you really telling me that you've forgotten our night of passion, Johnson?"

She bristled. "Are you saying that we had sex last night? Even drunk, I'm not that stupid."

If possible, he looked even more wounded. He clutched at his heart as he pouted. "Now, now. There's no need to be so harsh."

She sat at the bed, crossed-leg as she faced him. "Did you carry me here?"

"Not really. You could still walk although you were leaning on me the whole way."

She shook her head. "I don't really remember."

He walked over to her before leaning at the bed. "What do you remember then?"

Since her head was still pounding, she didn't think about it. "Can we have this conversation after I have my coffee?"

"Are you asking for one?" he mocked. "Cause if you are, I would grant you all your wishes. Even the one from last night."

"Wishes?"

"Come on," he beckoned her to follow him out of the room towards the kitchen area of the suite. "And for your information, if you had done what you wanted to do last night, I would have reciprocated."

She frowned but he wasn't looking at her. "What are you talking about?"

He turned to her, studying her face before walking away again. "You'll know soon enough."